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The castle of Otranto

Written by Horace Walpole, this seminal work of the Gothic genre combines elements of romance, horror, and the supernatural. The story is set in the fictional castle of Otranto and revolves around the mysterious events that befall the protagonist, Manfred, the son of the castle's lord. The novel is notable for its use of architectural settings, eerie atmosphere, and the introduction of the concept of the Wandering Jew, a character who symbolizes the eternal cycle of fate. more

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Horace Walpole
Horace Walpole

Horace Walpole was an English politician, writer, and critic, born on September 24, 1717, and died on March 2, 1797. He is best known for his contributions to literature and the arts, particularly for his role in the revival of Gothic novels. more

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